Et in arcadia ego
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Earthquake
Even the sun seems unsteady
can't trust it not to drop to earth.
Orange burns red to blue to ash
back lash down to your favorite hell.
I see the broken piece of the world
you used to pride it spick and span
across the span of rocks you kick
out each inevitable tock and tick
that burns hands off the clock.
With tears in my eyes I know it won't stick.
I can barely see you,
Your shaken silhouette through
the dust and dirt that cloud the air
it's raw and messy
the dust that got you here.
You breathe it in
you choke, unaware.
That you dance to the rhythm of the earth
as it shakes and breaks.
You dance to stay alive.
I'm at the end of your rope
I hang with Judas and suffocate to cope.
Peel off the equator from the earth
we all fall through the cracks.
The fear of heights is the fear of self
you don't know whether you'll jump.
With white knuckles, dirt beneath your fingernails
you grasp what you know,
and I let myself fall into the wild.
Even the sun seems unsteady
can't trust it not to drop to earth.
Orange burns red to blue to ash
back lash down to your favorite hell.
I see the broken piece of the world
you used to pride it spick and span
across the span of rocks you kick
out each inevitable tock and tick
that burns hands off the clock.
With tears in my eyes I know it won't stick.
I can barely see you,
Your shaken silhouette through
the dust and dirt that cloud the air
it's raw and messy
the dust that got you here.
You breathe it in
you choke, unaware.
That you dance to the rhythm of the earth
as it shakes and breaks.
You dance to stay alive.
I'm at the end of your rope
I hang with Judas and suffocate to cope.
Peel off the equator from the earth
we all fall through the cracks.
The fear of heights is the fear of self
you don't know whether you'll jump.
With white knuckles, dirt beneath your fingernails
you grasp what you know,
and I let myself fall into the wild.